A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 7

~•Chapter 7•~

I just finished French when the lunch bell rung. I decided to wait in the classroom for John. i see him walk in.

"What do you want, john?"

John jumped, surprised I'm already in there."Oh! Hey Jaz. I didn't know you were in here already..." he said.

He walks over to me. I was leaning against the wall, and he got right up in my bubble space.

"John?" I said nervously.

Now there is hardly an inch between us. I press my back to the wall.

"Yes, love?" John asked.

"What are you-," I'm cut off because he presses his rough lips against mine.

I put my hands on his chest, and he takes this as a sign to keep going. But with all my force, I shove him off me. He looks bewildered.

"My God, John! What the hell?" I shout.

"Didn't you get my note?" he asked, still bewildered.

"Yes, but I don't wanna be your girl!" I scream at him.

"Ohhh," John said, finally getting the picture.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to go eat lunch," I said, walking past him in a rage.

"Wait! I'll come with you!"

I whip around, blood boiling. "No. You. Won't! Just back off!"

I flee the room, running for the cafeteria. I feel hot tears coming into my eyes, tears of anger and utter betrayal. I run into the cafeteria, seeing Paul and George. I run to them and fling myself into Paul's arms.

"What's wrong, Jaz?!?" Paul said, alarmed.

"I-its *sob* John!" I sob out.

"John? John Lennon?" said a very confused George.

"Y-yes! *sniffle* He, he w-was kissing me!"

Paul holds me close to him, stroking my hair. "It'll be alright, love. Shh."

"I don't want to go," I said simply.

"Go where, love?" asked Paul.

"To the film. Not with John."

"Damn that John," Paul cursed.

Pretty soon, the water works stop, and I calm down. I eat a bit of food before the bell rings. Then it's time for me to go to History. Paul and I have the class together, so we walk together. I see John in the hall, and look away. Paul just glares at him.

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At the end of the day, I'm afraid to go to my locker, knowing John will be there. Paul can't come with me because he had to stay behind and figure out when to have detention. Suck it up, Everrose. You're going to that locker!, I thought . Now that's the spirit! I head down the hall to my locker. I see no John. Thank God!, I thought, opening my locker. Another note flutters out. I dared to pick it up and read it. In very rough and messy handwriting, it says:

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|                 Jas,                                                               |

|    Sorry about the way I treated you. I hope|

|    yer stil comin tothe film.                                  |